This is my Ms. Bobby McGee. Bobby is a very special dog, she wasn't a dog that we chose, she chose us. I guess Bobby came into our lives in the late spring of 1997 or 1998. Someone had apparently dropped Bobby off, and she wondered into our lives. My brother in law found her curled up in the front room of his house one day asleep in a corner. She was a mess when we found her, she had the mange, scabbies, a knot on her head, was pregnant, and malnurished. Needless to say, with alot of love, and help from my mother in law, and the vets, we got her back to health. She's now fixed, and as healthy as can be. She even has a little bit of weight on her now. I'm not sure what kind of dog she is, but i think there's a little bit of German Sheppard in there somewhere. Bobby really likes to play fetch, but with her, its more like i throw it, she grabs it, then runs away. So, naturally, i have to chase her down, and rethrow whatever im throwing, and the chase is on again. After a while, she'll get bored with that, and well, i'll throw, and she'll chase me. The game normally ends with me and her laying on top of each other in the grass panting for air. She also loves those little chicken flavored bones, and her Kibbles N' Bits. I feel very blessed that we have her, and i wouldn't trade her for the purest bred dog in the world. Love ya Booby girl!

Well, today-Monday, March 31,2003, our Bobby girl crossed to the Rainbow Bridge. I had went outside to empty the cat's litter pans, and she was up in the woods playing, and running, and having a good ol'e time. Well, she saw me out in the yard, and she started running to get to me. I saw her, and then, I saw a car coming down the road. I watched her, and I yelled for her to stop, to stay still. She didn't listen. She got hit. The people that hit her, never once hit there brakes, they never even offered to stop to help. And I'm pretty sure they could hear me yelling, My Dog just got Hit! But, it did no good. Bobby died almost instantly, she had a heartbeat for maybe 2 minutes after she got hit. I held her for a long time, telling her I was sorry, and I cried. God, Bobby, you were the best Dog I could ever ask for. I will miss you terrible! You're forever free now to chase those deer up in the woods, free to run and jump and swim in the stinkiest, smelliest river that there ever was, free to find the nearest road kill rat or o'possom and through it in the air and roll on it as much as you want to. Free to run and play with whomever you choose.... I Love you baby girl, take care....

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train, Feeling nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained, Took us all the way to New Orleans. Well I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandana, Blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues. Windshield wipers slapping time, Holding Bobby's hand in mine, We sang every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word, for nothing left to lose. Freedom ain't worth nothing, but it's free. Feeling good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me, Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky, to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standing right beside me Lord in, everything I done, Bobby's body kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Saulito, Lord ,I let her slip her away, Looking for that home I hope she'll find. And I'll trade all my tomorrows, for a single yesterday, To be holding Bobby's body close to mine. Freedom's just another word for ,nothing left to lose Nothing unless only Bobby left me, Feeling good was easy Lord ,when Bobby sang the blues, Feeling good was good enough for me, Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Words and Music By: Kristofferson/Foster